"Terrible?"

Lu Ran didn't quite understand, this matter was indeed too absurd, but it wasn't terrible, right?

"It's horrible. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Why can't this ship stop, why can't I control it, why, I can't go!"

Mr. Liang muttered to himself.

His spirit seemed unusually tense.

"The ship had hit the wall just now, and it stopped, didn't it?"

Lu Ran tried to remind him and let his tension relax a little.

"yes. It stopped. ”

Sure enough, Mr. Liang slowed down his speech and looked at Lu Ran in a trance.

However, what was revealed in his eyes was not peace of mind, but loss.

"It stopped at the subway station where I used to wait for work every day. ”

Lu Ran remembered the scene he had just seen, and suddenly felt very familiar, it was indeed a subway station, and the boat rushed down the stairs and crashed into the waiting platform. If the next subway car comes by, the black glass door that just collided will open and passengers will be able to board the train.

"Stop here, isn't it?" Lu Ran saw his expression very gloomy.

Mr. Liang didn't answer Lu Ran's question clearly, as if he didn't hear Lu Ran's question clearly, and did not answer it positively, but said to himself:

"I didn't want to stop here, I wanted to leave, but, when I tried to row the boat away, the transparent water slowly became sticky and stiff.

The viscous and stiff liquid, like glue, made the boat more and more immobile, and I myself was stuck to the plank, unable to get out.

Now, I can't leave.

I saw that the liquid was getting harder and harder, and then it changed color, it became the same yellowish brown as a plank, with circles of threads on the surface, and finally, it became a plank completely, and it became a piece of wood that joined the plank of my boat.

I'm stuck there, I can't move at all!"

After listening to Mr. Liang's unbelievable description, Lu Ran opened his eyes wide, frowned, and looked at Mr. Liang in front of him.

"What did you say, why did the water turn to wood, didn't we just come out?"

Lu Ran didn't know where his pessimistic imagination came from.

"Yes, that's it, yes. Mr. Liang leaned forward, supported his head with his hands, and said in annoyance.

"Yes, with what?"

"Dreams, and my dreams. ”

"Dream, have you ever had such a dream?"

Mr. Liang nodded and said, "My dream started from the place where we ended just now. ”

"Oh?" Lu Ran thought for a moment and said, "From the place where we ended the hypnosis just now? Have you ever dreamed that you were sitting on a boat and drifting in the subway station?"

"At the time, I didn't see it in a subway station, but I vaguely remember that I was sitting in a boat, the water was moving fast, and I was floating in a public place, like driving an uncontrolled car, trying to control it, but I couldn't.

I went more and more towards a crowded place, and even reached an indoor place, and I was about to hit the wall, and I was about to get trapped, and somehow, I had a pair of pulp in my hand.

I quickly held the paddle and rowed hard, but the more I tried to get the boat to row away quickly, the more I couldn't do it. I struggled, but I could only move a little.

I panicked, and when I looked out, the water under the boat had turned into a large patch of attached wood.

I was terrified.

Then I woke up, and I found myself lying in bed, and then I realized that I had a dream. ”

"Was that a dream you've ever had? It started when you rushed into the subway in a boat, desperate to stop?"

"Yes. ”

Lu Ran touched his chin, thinking of the various situations that Mr. Liang had since he entered the cave, and all the way to the back, these situations were actually connected to a dream he had in the past.

Lu Ran couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.

He looked at Mr. Liang and said, "Mr. Liang, you said, how did you go from the hotel to the bottom of the mountain, and then took a boat from the bottom of the mountain to the cave, will this whole process be your dream?"

From Mr. Liang's account, Lu Ran found that his distinction between dreams and reality was somewhat weak.

Dreams seemed so vivid and real to him that he was telling the rest of the dream only when he woke up and realized that he was dreaming.

This almost became Lu Ran's only inference at this time.

"Are you saying that my 'disappearance' was just a dream?"

Lu Ran nodded.

"But how can I explain that I did see that the hotel's monitor showed that I had walked out of the hotel door at night, and that the next morning I had indeed woken up at the foot of the mountain, as my colleagues could testify?"

"This ......" Lu Ran remembered the possibility of aliens that he had imagined before.

If an alien has appeared, why should he be allowed to go through all these fanciful things?

When Lu Ran was still thinking, Mr. Liang sighed and said, "Have you ever felt like that? In a dream, I was anxious to run and escape, but the more anxious my heart was, the more difficult it was to take a step, the harder it was to run away, and my heart was anxious to jump out of my throat. ”

Lu Ran looked at Mr. Liang's slightly melancholy eyes, temporarily let go of the doubts that were entangled in his heart, and turned to quietly observe Mr. Liang.

In a dream, I feel like I want to run, but I feel constrained, I can't take a step, and the more I run, the slower I run, this feeling is similar to that many people have had when they were growing up.

In Mr. Liang's own words, it is anxious.

The more anxious I became, the more I found that everything was out of control.

It's an anxiety.

His dreams were filled with anxiety.

Lu Ran felt that he had touched a key point.

So, he asked, "Mr. Liang, do you feel pressured?"

"Pressure?" Mr. Liang felt a little sudden.

"I'm okay with my job. It's just that as soon as I get home, my wife and children are noisy. He replied simply.

"Mr. Liang, I just said that the pressure did not specify what kind of pressure it was, why did you come up and explain that there is no problem with your work?" Lu Ran continued to smile and asked, "This is your first reaction." Can you tell me about your family's current financial situation?"

"Income and expenditure?" Mr. Liang paused, and then said with a smile: "There is nothing bad to say about this, I am the one at home who makes money and supports a family of seven, oh, no, now I have a younger son, and I am a family of eight." ”

"A family of eight, all dependent on you to feed you?"